Waste Product Poem by Yakubu Mohammed

Waste Product



Amidst sweat we toil;
But we cannot reach our cakes,
We cannot reach our rulers
They are catapulted away
Into the abyss of dispair;
Into unknown abodes,
Swimming in afluence
And embracing absurdity,
Making mockery of our Systems.
And now our soil is impoverished commanding
Us to fold our arms in helpless ridicules
Of the much aclaimed Swiss Bank.

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